All Over for Another Year

Well that was Ottermas. After the weeks of eager anticipation and preparation the actual day seems to have been over in a flash and now I guess we all feel a little flat and perhaps a touch hung-over.

Ottermas night was the usually fever pitch of excitement, with the young (at heart) staying up late to watch out for the oddly dressed stranger entering their homes to deliver magical images of aquatic beasts and talk poo – sorry I mean spraint.

In the elves grotto the naughty spraint – sorry I mean sprite – stroked his (ready stuffed) furry friend and told numerous Ottery facts – he certainly packed’em in.

Far in the north (if not quite Lapland) it was nice to see the presents presence of one of Father Ottermass’s original little helpers, Simon. Simon it seems had not been given the sack after all and was sharing telly time with his nemesis Charlie, although no one has actually seen both of them on the screen at the same time.

Some say Ottermas has become too commercial and that Aunty Beeb is handing out contracts to every Tom, Dick and Harry that posts a picture on Flickr. It is rumoured that sums of money are changing hands that would make the British Olympic Handball hopefuls green with envy. Others, it is suggested, only look at Ottermass as an opportunity for self gratification and cheap fame. Perish the thought.

Yes, I’m positive that the spirit of Ottermass lives on and if you look carefully enough amongst the turkey and trimmings, I’m sure you too will see the whole picture.

 

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year of Nature

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